![]() ![]() I fought the tightening in my throat as bile churned in my stomach. I peered up into yet another woman’s sightless eyes. I brought my other hand up to wipe it away. I backed away against the house across from hers. A shiver of trepidation slid down my spine. She dangled by a rope wrapped around her feet, secured to the cottage’s chimney as her blood painted the ground crimson. She hung upside down, her throat slit until her head clung to her body by a thread as her dress whipped in the wind. What I thought was a flag, swaying in the darkness, was a woman. Lifting my eyes, I slapped a hand over my lips, stopping the scream before it escaped through them. ![]() Flags of all shapes and sizes blew in the breeze above the doors of each house I passed.įrowning, I moved closer and peered at a door, seeing it marked in blood before I noticed droplets dripping onto the earth. I walked further toward the center of town. Silently, I stepped over the salt line, trembling with the power of the warding spell that slipped against my skin, sparking magic to my fingertips.Ī blanket of darkness covered the village, but I could still make out the destruction. Not once had it been a good omen, since black magic indicated death and foreboding. ![]()
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